Daycare Charge

Daycare Charge

The carer needs to get cared for

Chapter 1 by Aithousa Aithousa

Little Accidents:

"Oh no, oh no no no!"

This was the third time in as many days that Christy had found herself in this situation: rushing to the bathroom with an intense urge to pee, fearing she may not make it in time. The first time she'd been lucky and managed to get to the toilet just in time to go, the second time she wasn't as lucky but had at least managed to get her pants off and only wet her panties. This time, however, as she rounded the corner towards the bathroom she was dismayed to see the door closed. Upon reaching it she frantically knocked, only for her fears to be confirmed as she heard a hesitant "I-I'm almost done!" from inside. She couldn't wait.

She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that it was over, but that relief was accompanied by an unrivalled humiliation due to what she'd just done (and where she'd done it). She didn't have long to ponder that humiliation, though, as the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to make it even worse.

From within the bathroom, a young girl stepped out and stopped just short of the puddle Christy had made. She looked down at it and then back up at Christy's now soaked pants, a look of surprise on her face. "Did... Did you have an accident, Miss Christy?"

At this point, Christy wasn't sure how to respond. Wetting your pants in front of a small child would be fairly humiliating for most people regardless of the circumstances but it was even worse to do so in a daycare. Christy and her roommate had helped found the Building Blocks Daycare Center a few years ago and each worked 5 days a week taking care of the various children that came their way. To now be standing in front of one of those children in wet pants, as if she herself was a child, was mortifying. She could only manage to stammer in response to the girl's question. "I-I..."

Maybe sensing Christy's embarrassment, the small girl gave the most reassuring smile she could muster, "Don't worry, I'll go get Miss Stacy! She'll be able to help!"

Just like that, the girl was gone. Christy tried to give chase, yelling out in the process, "No-no! Wait!" The girl had been too quick for her, though, likely eager to be able to say she helped out the daycare attendant. Upon realizing she wasn't going to be able to stop the girl, at least not without chasing her past the rest of the kids in the daycare, Christy resigned herself to meekly standing near the scene of her accident. She hoped at the very least that Stacy would get there before any of the other kids needed to use the potty, to spare her the embarrassment of being seen by anybody else in this state.

Who does she get?

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